Who am I to judge me
if it actively makes me sad?
Why do I compare the
good ones to the bad?

Decide in cold decembers
to let go of the embers
driving passion to result
or decide to join a cult.

Money makes my big eyes burn wide.
Money has so many upsides,
we all let the downsides slide.

Wedge between the parts, divide,
or string nuanced all to one.
The second it becomes too hard,
again, we all just let it slide.